Poethized Drunkard - A contemporary Sisifus

Apart my heart,
I Scorn her.

I

Pale white face,
Prideful Breast,
Infinite silk gold hair,
A body of a chinese Vase,
And the Eyes, O, the Eyes...

Undescribably cruel.
Rigged with Doubt and Charm,
of a mysterious character,
Delicately alonged brownish eyelids,
covers pure white cut by vivid red,
centered by a cosmic nebula of black, green and honey...
The gates for a Soul that dismantles any man.

II

Floored, I search for footing.
Why love, why care?
About menacing looks of whom lingered me greatly.

No, No more,
Bow high, I deserve better,
Do not care, Do not remember.
But do not forget...
You shall not offend me anymore.
And so I depart.

III

Mystical footing, I lie in my subconscious,
I do not fear, I do not scorn, I do not linger.
Delivering my being to open milky arms,
Sighing, kissing, loving.
I am asleep, I am dreaming,
Aren't I?

IV

And so, enclosing the end of a ravine,
I see a golden lake deep, deep down.
Behind me, various riders,
Saddled in immortal horses, they pursue me:
my memories, ghosts of what's past.
Lucid or unconscious, can not know.
I jump,
I fall.
Hoping golden cushions,
Expecting the crushing floor.

Poethized Drunkard

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